Fire and Ice

Owls

Malfoy,

I woke up with my hands coated in a thick, ice-like gel; the result of one cooling-charm too many. But the blisters and sores are gone, so thank you. I decided to owl you my gratitude because i was taught manners, and frankly, I never want to be face to face with you again.

Ginny Weasley

Draco scoffed, and dipped his quill in his inkpot.

Weasel,

Do NOT owl me ever again.

Draco Malfoy

p.s. I agree, everytime we meet, I always seem to pass out. It's not very becoming.

A laugh escaped her lips, and Ginny clamped down on her lips, suprised. Did a Malfoy just make me laugh?

Ferret,

I have to owl you again, it's good manners to reply. And we've only met twice, I'm sure it's not going to become a tradition.

Ginny Weasley

p.s. don't call me Weasel.

Raising his brows, Draco smirked. Oh, how he'd love to se her expression when she opens this!

Weasel,

Ferret? Exuse me? And what's all this talk of "good manners?"  I wouldn't expect a hovel-raised blood-traitor to even know the meaning of the word. And let's keep it twice, shall we?

Draco Malfoy

p.s. why can't I call you weasel? Amuse me.

Steam escaped her ears as she furiously replied.

Ferret,

Do you honestly think that EVERYBODY forgot when Mad-Eye (though it wasn't REALLY Mad-Eye, was it) Transformed you into a ferret? Because I haven't. Oh really? Well, I'd say the same thing about a stuck-up, up-their-own-arse Slytherin. But I guess there's a first for everything. And because I know you call my brother that, and I'm not my brother.

Ginny Weasley.

Draco frowned slightly, and changed the last few letters of his introductory word.

Weasley,

Remind anybody of that and I'll have your family killed. And I'd hardly call myself stuck-up. Somebody who is stuck up is somebody who thinks they are better than everybody else. I AM better than everybody else. There's a difference.

Draco Malfoy

Ginny rolled her eyes, then laughed out loud. Whether he was making a joke or not, that's funny.

Malfoy,

Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. And I can't decide whether you were joking or not, but the "I AM better than everybody else did tickle me.

Ginny

"Ginny"? Draco said aloud. He shrugged.

Ginny,

I'm not worrying. It seems like you have a few of my secrets that I'm trusting you to keep. And I was joking.

Draco

p.s what did you mean by "I'm not my brother"? Explain.

"Draco," Ginny said aloud. She smiled.

Draco,

What, that you a) seduced me b) are an alcoholic c) turned into a ferret d) healed me e) actually have a heart? Good, because if you weren't joking that wouldv'e been the stupidest thing I had ever read. I'm not sure, actually. Whenever you call him it, it's because he's done something to annoy you. You never call him a weasel until he provokes you. I don't like thinking I've annoyed you in some way.

Ginny

Draco ran his fingers though his hair.

Ginny,

a) I DID NOT seduce you. b) How the fuck am I an alcoholic?! c) Let's forget that, shall we? d) I had no choice. e) excuse me? You haven't actually annoyed me, ever.

Draco

Ginny ran her fingers through her hair. What was he doing to her?!

Draco,

Yes, you did. Well, to be perfectly honest I don't recall a lot of that night, but I highly doubt I came onto you. I am undoubtedly the innocent one in this... mess. Well, I wouldn't call it a mess now. Okay okay, you're not an alcoholic. But it's not very becoming carrying a bottle of Fire Whisky in your robes, is it? Alright, consider it forgotten. How did you not have a choice? I wouldn't have blamed you if you left my hands to blister, I had to heal you, I'm the one who attacked you unprovoked. And, well, you do have a heart, don't you Draco? You healed me. You cared for me. You have a heart. Anyone without a heart would have left me there and went about their ways. And, stragely, the fact that I haven't annoyed you makes me feel good.

Ginny

I have a heart? What? Draco shook his head.

Ginny,

Whatever. I don't care. It doesn't make the faintest difference. I was having a hard day, okay? I'm not usually one to sort with alcohol. And I wouldn't say "unprokoked". I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Draco

Ginny frowned, but shook her concerns.

Draco,

What happened? You can trust me. And well, you hit me with words, I hit you with violence. Who's in the wrong? Okay Draco, whatever you say.

Ginny

Draco closed his eyes before picking up his quill.

Ginny,

I know. I know, okay? I know I can trust you. I can trust you. I do trust you. But why?! I can't, shouldn't feel like I can trust you. This is getting out of hand. This has to stop.

I can't do this anymore. It's not safe for a Weasley and a Malfoy to talk. You're fire, I'm ice. We can't.

D

Ginny's eyes clouded over as tears dripped down her cheek. She fell to he floor of her dormitory, and sobbed.